Meaningless To Anyone Not In PDP

Memes, how fun they are. Especially when done by a sadistically smart member of your college theatre troupe--and involve him writing his thoughts about you. Here, then, are the thoughts of Jim Trapp from his livejournal:

This meme I'd like to do:
Reply with your name and I will write something about you:
-What reminds me of you...
--A single word that best describes you...
---The most memorable moment I've had with you...
----If I were to apply an "o'clock" to you...
-----Something that I've always wondered about you...

Twinters:
- Anglophilia, spelling and grammar-checking software, twins born in winter, the abbreviation "MD" (for both managing directors and doctors)
-- sassassclass
--- As any individual moments all blur together, the entire week I spent essentially passed out on your couch.
---- All the hours of the day, baby. All the hours of the day.
----- England? You're kidding?

This is most likely meaningless to all those not intimately familiar with the Penny Dreadful Players circa 2003. Yet somehow I couldn't resist--because in my rampant narcissism I hope that some of you (ahem, Rory) will post with answers to the meme.

I recollect a survey I sent out my senior year of high school (1999, if anyone cares). In it, respondents were asked to describe me in various ways: mostly picking one of two diametrically opposed choices. I still remember how half of my friends (who considered themselves normal) said I was a "prep"; the other half who wanted to be different labelled me a "freak." Which was I? Both, and neither. It all ties into the title of this blog: the ancient Roman concept of existimatio. I am what you see in me.